My dear Mr Darwin

Your letter arrived just at the time that our great sorrow became certain to us: and I write without scruple because no one, I am sure, will feel more deeply for us than yourself.¹ You knew what she was, and what we have lost.— As yet it all seems a dream. She seemed to me so full of life & so likely to keep loving charge over my little ones long after I was gone—

Dont think either the Passifloras or the statistics intrusive or in the way— Anything external that I can interest myself in is good: and I shall plant the seeds as soon as I get to Abinger—and see what I do about the statistics when I have read your chapter.² My kindest remembrances to your family who will I am sure feel for us.

Dont trouble yourself to write again

Sincerely yours | T H Farrer

C Darwin Esq^re FRS